Hope you are writing the book of your life so wisely and peacefully :)
No rush to write so mistakes can be avoided .
Skipping the odds .
And highlighting all the good stuff particularly, so readers can absorb positive energy from your analogy, as Positivity is something Most needed to the world today.
Today sharing sharing my old diaries which have much of me .
They were source to share and express my heart .
They are not very first of my life though.
The very first two diaries which had my more than 156 poems were Burnt by my eldest brother when he learnt that i sent my poems to Islamabad Radio Station and anchor read them live.
I kept their ashes with me in a bottle for more than 24 years .
Few years back i realized that as long i will keep them ,the painful memories will remain in my mind so one fine morning i buried that ash in my garden .
Now i feel that each plant growing in my garden has the soul of it.
I wrote diaries until 2003 when my second son born.
After after my youngest son was born in 2006 and life got busy enough to quiet writing diaries.
These diaries are written in my native language Urdu.
And i know that you cannot understand them still i wanted to keep some bits of my diaries online .
As they are so important to me.
I wish i could translate them for you .
I felt little embarrassed for my worst hand writing but hey that is me ,a bundle of so many imperfections :(
Hope you give your book a positive and enlightened end dear friends!
Happy lovely weather !
Enjoy each moment beautifully:)
God Bless You All!
wow you are hardworikg person Love from poland
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear about your earliest diaries. I understand why you kept the ashes. It is wonderful that you have kept your other writings. I never did this but I with that I had.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful day!
How sad that your brother burnt your poems. But I love how you planted the ashes to set your poems free in your garden growth! That was a beautiful and inspired ritual on your part!
ReplyDeleteFascinating to see Urdu written. I would love to be able to read it, Baili.
ReplyDeleteWiw, the story about your burnt diary is so sad, yet very inspiring and moving. I love what you did with the ashes! Thanks so much for sharing, you are such a vulnerable, yet strong woman☺☺
ReplyDeletethat is a sad life experience but you have made the ashes into something special. Your writing in native language looks intriguing.
ReplyDeleteYour brother burning the diaries reminds me about how unhappy he must have been with himself. I do like the thought that your flowers are bits of your poetry. They must be beautiful blooms.
ReplyDeleteHi Baili :) What a terrible shame that your diaries were burned...I don't want to pry, but are you still in touch with that brother? That would be hard to forget if someone did that to me. I could forgive, but not forget. I think it's a great thing you did to bury the ashes, now your lovely wonderful words are connected to the Earth! As we are all connected! :) Your writing is lovely, I mean, the look of it, the script itself looks very musical in a way! Thank you for sharing! :)
ReplyDeleteThis is a precious sharing, thank you! Your eldest brother was so jealous!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for sharing this with us.
ReplyDeleteIt was interesting to see your writing in Urdu.
All the best Jan
What a shame your brother did what he did to your poems - it seems he was angry at that time, such a pity, hope he's better now.
ReplyDeleteYour writing looks tidy in most.
I'm so sorry your first poems were destroyed; that was an unfair thing to have done to you. A person's writings are very personal and precious. But I like how you chose to deal with this irreversible action. We will all return to dust eventually; your poems went earlier than you wanted ...
ReplyDeleteYour script in your native Urdu is fascinating and beautiful!
So sorry to hear that your diaries were burned, but you released that painful experience with such a lovely, sensitive gesture. Yes, I'm sure you see the poetry in your plants.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad these diaries remain. They are a treasure, and will continue to be as they are passed down to your sons.
And aren't we all bundles of imperfection :) Beautiful post!
Thank you for sharing your diaries, Baili! It's wonderful that you have them. I am in awe of people like you who know multiple languages, especially when your Urdu script is so different from our English alphabet.
ReplyDeleteI too have diaries from my past, although I have not written in one consistently throughout my life. When you become an adult with responsibilities, keeping a diary can be challenging. Wouldn't it have been comforting to tell our younger selves that our lives would turn out well? I emptied my heart into my diaries, and they are a little embarrassing to read now, but that's who I was then. I'm glad that you were able to release the pain of the burning of your poems in such a lovely and poetic way. I love that when you look at your beautiful flowers you can feel the souls of your lost poems!
Wishing you happiness in this coming week, my friend!
So sorry about your first diary. I still have my old diaries but am not sure where I stuffed them.
ReplyDeleteI never felt the urge to write a diary.
ReplyDeleteDon't even know why...
Have a great week
How lovely that you planted the ashes to nurture your garden while setting your poems free. What a wonderful idea that is! It must have brought you a lot of peace. I used to write in diaries regularly in my teenage years but I didn't keep any of them. Now I write daily in a journal, something that I enjoy very much.
ReplyDeleteThat was a hateful act your brother did, Baili, but what a wonderful thing you did by burying the ashes in your garden. Now when you see the blooms it will hopefully bring back good memories only. Thanks for sharing your diary pages, even if we could not understand them. It was a very personal act of sharing on your part.
ReplyDeleteWow, you have written in your diaries since your son was born. How wonderful that you kept them all these years. We call them "journals" here, and I also write in mine occasionally and whenever something special happens that day. Keep writing, Baili.....you will look back and see what an interesting life you had. : )
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Baili, I am so sorry to hear what your brother did with your diaries. Diaries are a very personal expression from the soul. I'm glad you were able to bury the ashes and hopefully the sad memories are buried as well with only good things growing in your garden now.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to heart hat your brother burnt your poems :(
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry your brother burnt your poems, but out of that, came beauty in your garden! Keep writing my friend!! Big Hugs!
ReplyDeleteHow upsetting that your brother burnt you poems. I like what you did with the ashes, I think I might have done something similar...
ReplyDeleteYour life experiences have led to you expressing your beautiful soul xx